"There's nothing whatever the matter with her, you know," Everard said. "The doctor's just been telling me. Nothing whatever." "I knew that all along," Lucilla told him. He took her hand and looked in her face, and his own grew red. "Confession is good for the soul, and you and I should have no secrets, Luce," he said. "That little woman upstairs--you'll think me an awful ass. She and I--she----" Lucilla nodded, without looking at him. "I knew that all along, too," she said. "You knew? Yet you asked her here?" He held her before him, and looked in her face, and kissed her. "I don't believe any other woman would have done that. That was a risky thing to do, Luce," he said. "But it answered," Lucilla said to herself as she turned away. TO BERTHA IN BOMBAY He is a big, heavily-made, healthy-looking man of young middle-age. He came into the coffee-room as I was sitting at breakfast, and having looked slowly round the room, he placed himself with much deliberation opposite me, at the little table which I had secured to myself. The act did not prejudice me in his favour. There was room and to spare at a large centre table where a dozen men were sitting; two of the smaller tables were empty. There was something about him I need not bore you by describing which stamps the colonial man. From such, one knows what to expect. He called for a carte and ordered porridge and a sole, and they were some time in bringing his breakfast. However, as you know, I have not arrived at thirty years without having learnt to endure a prolonged gaze with perfect appearance of indifference. "I hope you have no objection to my sharing your table?" he said; and I replied, as I went on with my meal, that I had none. "You have an open window, and a view of the sea," he remarked, and I assented, and added that on such a morning these things were desirable.